Chapter 323 The Garden of Prophecies

"Get away from me," Tyler growled, pushing Kat away. Apparently, Natalie's arrival and her promise to help him hadn't changed his apocalyptic decision at all. The Sword of Surtr hung frozen in the sky, its massive blade still spanning horizon to horizon, and its white-hot runes pulsing like angry hearts. Heat waves rippled downward in relentless pulses, making the ground groan. Tyler hadn't dismissed it yet, merely paused its descent. His devilish form also remained unchanged. His sudden, brutal shove made Kat fly backward, and she landed hard yards away in the ash, rolling to a stop with a pained gasp. Mamushi hissed protectively, slithering to her mother's side. Lilith's forked tail lashed in alarm, her demoness eyes wide with genuine fear. Even Kat, the ancient goddess, looked up at him from the ground with something new in her expression—terror. He had gone past the threshold of saving. Tyler straightened himself, the black fire rising higher around his form. "If anybody dares to s